You know that wonderful feeling you get when you put your hand in your pocket and find forgotten money? I usually don’t find more than a dollar, but it’s still exciting.
Today I was organizing my purses in the large, clear bag that I store them in and thought I would check each one “just in case” there was a President hiding out. No money, but I found a pair of Brighton earrings and a gold ring tucked away in a small backpack. I have a vague memory of loaning the earrings to the daughter that owns the ring, but not enough of one to blame misplacing them on anyone but myself.